Chapter 72: Asura Son, Mad Battle (1)
Volume I Chapter 72 Wild War (1)
Stab it! Lei Snake broke away from Qin Ming, galloped wildly, and crashed into Fan Xin's swordsmanship before Qin Ming. It is extremely fast and inevitable.
A loud bang resounded through the battlefield.
The Razer shattered on the spot, and the white light just collapsed, and it scared Fan Xin back.
Fan Xin's face was dignified, and he retreated again and again.
Qin Ming, however, smashed through the chaotic thunderbolt group and quickly killed it.
Clang clang!
The fierce collision started again, Qin Ming turned the battle situation strongly, his whole body was covered with thunder and lightning, and the electric light filled the Dayan ancient sword.
The atmosphere in the audience was hot again, and many people shouted wonderfully.
The Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect darkly changed color, is this really Qin Ming?
Helian Chong and the other five elders were incredulous. Facing the praises from the elders of the other sects around them, they could only smile back embarrassedly.
"Fan Xin, get rid of him, don't entangle with him." The female disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect worried for Fan Xin, sweating in their hands.
Yao'er looked at Qin Ming on the martial stage with great interest, and this scene surprised her again.
The top descendants of each sect exchanged glances and saw each other's surprise.
"You big man entangles a little woman, you have a great sense of accomplishment? Get up!" Fan Xin scolded, the offensive suddenly sharp, forcibly shaken Qin Ming, and the whole body rose up with the breeze, supporting her to rush into the sky.
However……
"Mountains and rivers, heavy sword!" Qin Ming stomped into the air, his sword suddenly became heavy, a majestic sword power, real and strong, centered on the ancient sword, excited the martial arts platform, overwhelming the world and drowned the hearts of the people, and let the people around the stand even more. Many people felt heavy and fierce, and subconsciously retreated again and again.
Fan Xin was pushed back to the ground, her feet staggered, her face turned pale, and she was about to fight back when Qin Ming's Dayan ancient sword had already landed on her forehead, Qin Ming's imposing manner was as sharp as a sword's edge, and his eyes were sharper: "Admit defeat? continue?"
The fierce battle came to an abrupt end!
From hot to still, many people are not quite used to it.
Fan Xin stood on the spot, the silver sword had already been mentioned in the air, and a stronger swordsmanship was about to be displayed, but... there was no chance.
She was stunned, and subconsciously raised her sword again.
As soon as Qin Ming sent the sword, the cold tip of the sword touched the center of her forehead. "Don't move, I'm going to hurt you."
The disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect covered their mouths and looked at the stage in disbelief. Fanxin was defeated?
The Qingyun Sect disciples are even more incredible, he won again? He actually won again!
Qin Ming's sword pointed at Fan Xin's eyebrows and asked, "Continue?"
Fan Xin's small mouth was shriveled, his eyes were red, and tears fell on the spot. He looked at Qin Ming with tears in his eyes, as if he was very unwilling. "I haven't done my best yet."
Qin Ming's strong momentum collapsed on the spot, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. What is this called?
"You step back, let's come again." Fan Xin held his mouth shut, I can still fight, so is this the end? no.
"I'm sorry, it's really boring to fight you." Qin Ming's face was stern, and the tip of his sword stabbed forward again.
"You... Damn!"
Qin Ming shrugged, it doesn't matter.
"Junior Sister Fanxin." The Hundred Flowers Sect disciples hurried to the stage, took Fan Xin and left the stage, and before going down, they gave Qin Ming a "fierce" look, they didn't understand Lianxiangxiyu.
The audience was sensational, the crowd was excited, and there was nothing more exciting than a 'reversal'. Qin Ming gave them a surprise again, both swordsmanship and thunder and lightning martial arts, let them see a more real and comprehensive Qin Ming, won very beautifully, and played wonderfully.
It was incredible that a disciple of the Eighth Heaven could have such a performance at the eight-sect tea party full of geniuses.
It's just that the end is too abrupt.
The disciples of various sects are doubting whether Qin Ming is the Eighth Heaven.
"Sect Master Li, this is a good seedling, very good." The old city owner nodded with a smile.
The Sect Master of the Blood Evil Sect deliberately asked: "Qin Ming is really a servant of your sect? Why is such a disciple a servant? If you don't care about it, send it to our sect. I will give you ten servants and change them."
The Sect Master of Qingyun Sect laughed, but didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say. He wondered where the sword came from? Where did this sword technique come from? It can be determined that it is not from Qingyunzong.
"I declare, the winner..." The general was about to declare the victory, when Qin Ming suddenly raised his voice and asked to fight again: "Qingyunzong, Qin Ming, please fight the Earth Spirit Sect!"
"What do you want to do?" The general looked at Qin Ming, didn't he enjoy it?
"I want to be in the top ten." Qin Ming pointed out directly that since he was here to make a name for himself, he would do something crazy.
His voice clearly spread to the disciples of the eight sects, and also to the disciples in the stands.
Thousands of people looked at each other in dismay, won't it be enough to win Fanxin? After all, you are an eight-layered heaven, and it is already very good to be able to go so far. Do you want to continue?
"Qin Ming, you deceive people too much!" Fan's heart is broken, what do you mean? Just warming up with me? The main play is the Earth Spirit Sect?
The other female disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect were also angry, it was too much!
Li Nian's eyes twitched in the audience, I was defeated by Fanxin yesterday, you warm up with Fanxin today? Isn't this humiliating me indirectly?
Tieshanhe stared slightly, is this the madness you said last night?
"Qin Ming, are you really competing with our Earth Spirit Sect?" Yang Yi of Earth Spirit Sect's face darkened slightly.
"Let's learn from each other, learn martial arts, and have no hatred. I just want to have a good fight. Who among you is interested?" Qin Ming was unmoved.
"I will fight." A disciple of the Earth Spirit Sect strode onto the stage.
"another one!"
The disciples of the various sects in the audience were all moved, come again? What do you mean, you still want a two-for-one?
"What on earth are you trying to do?" The generals are dissatisfied. I will be the master of my martial arts stage, and I will not allow you to destroy one after another.
"I want to fight one against two. If I win, I will enter the top ten. If I lose, I will officially quit." Qin Ming turned to the main stage and told the eight suzerains there.
None of the eight suzerains made a statement, they just sat on the main stage and looked at Qin Ming silently.
One against two?
There is no such precedent in the eight tea parties.
And Qin Ming just defeated Fanxin, and then he wants to challenge the two disciples?
It's one thing to fight one and then another, and it's another thing to challenge two directly.
Do you, Qin Ming, really want to fight, or do you look down on the disciples of the Eight Sects?
"The Earth Spirit Sect accepts the challenge!" The Earth Spirit Sect's sect master was the first to express his position, and everyone was hitting the door, so there was no reason to back down.
The Sect Master of the Blood Evil Sect suddenly laughed: "This kid is fierce, I like it."
"Since he wants to challenge, let him." The sect masters expressed their opinions one after another and acquiesced to Qin Ming's request. If you can really win, you are fully qualified to enter the top ten. But can you do it?
Yang Yi frowned at Qin Ming and motioned for the disciples around him to come on stage: "Qin Ming, if you can really defeat the two disciples of our sect in a row, we will admit defeat publicly, and the grievances between you and I will be written off, and the debt will never be reversed afterwards."
"Tu Lingzong, Guo Shantong! Martial arts, Tiger Roaring Emperor Fist!"
"Tu Lingzong, Xia Xingluo! Martial arts, Overlord's Axe!"
The two disciples of the Earth Spirit Sect stood on the Yanwu stage, with strong physique, tall and mighty, giving people a strong aura to suppress.
One was wearing a black iron gauntlet, armed from his fist to his arms, with a black metallic luster; the other was carrying a giant axe, the handle of which was two meters long, and the axe head was half a meter long.
Both of them are fierce generals of the Earth Spirit Sect, and they volunteered to report the martial arts.
If the two of them cannot defeat Qin Ming together, they are willing to admit defeat.
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, what is the origin of this Qin Ming? Regardless of whether he can win or not, his courage is admirable.
The disciples of the eight sects looked at the martial arts field seriously. This battle is worthy of attention.
Qin Ming tore off his shirt, revealing his strong and strong muscles, slowly spread his legs, pressed his left hand, and raised his right hand horizontally forward, using the standard King Kong Jin starter style: "Qingyunzong, Qin Ming, martial arts, King Kong Jin, Shura resentment !"
Asura resentment?
The Qingyunzong team is strange, where did the martial arts come from? Haven't heard of it.
Ling Xue frowned, could it be that the remnant soul gave Qin Ming's guidance?
"Tu Lingzong, Guo Shantong (Xia Xingluo), please fight!" The two strong men shouted loudly, their voices were like thunder, and the audience roared, and the two of them stirred up a strong wave of energy, their long hair fluttered, and their momentum was majestic. .
"I will win today. Unless one person falls, the battle will continue." Qin Ming's muscles tensed, and hot strength surged through his joints.
The popularity of the three continued to climb, and invisible air waves permeated the martial arts field.
Guo Shantong and Xia Xingluo were covered in blue veins, gritted their teeth and frowned, looking like crazy.
Qin Ming's skin was slightly reddish, steaming with heat, and a frantic force was boiling in his body.
"Battle!" The three roared in unison, charging at a rapid pace, colliding in a straight line in three directions.
"Wow!" The atmosphere in the audience suddenly became hot, as if the flood gates were opened, causing a sensation in the martial arts field and resounding through the sky.